A comfortable seat
wipe-clean green faux leather
in a swept clean hall
in a busy bright shopping mall.
People pass by chattering
to each other or their phones,
sometimes to themselves.
There is the beat of faint music
and the puzzle of fainter smells,
perfumes and food and the sweat
of overheated people searching
for bargains they don’t need.
I have never felt
more lonely.
Writing Me Up 
… hand over heart. ❤️
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You are very kind, my friend. There is no reason, for anything…
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Your brilliance is showing! Spotless imagery!
Your last two lines had me running for a bull horn and panic button! What to do, what to do!?
‘Lonely’ might be the reason for it all?… The search continues…
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‘the puzzle of fainter smells’ – nice line
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